Title: In A World Without Sarcasm 5: To Kill For
Author: Slashydutchie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Genre: Humor
Summary: Number five in what's going to be a whole bunch of drabbles/short fics in which I take quotes from DWP WAY too seriously. Today everybody's favourite: "A million girls would kill for that job."
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to other people… if it belonged to me Andy and Miranda would have pounced on each other… multiple times.
Some boots were made for walking… some shoes were made for running… Prada definitely didn't belong to either of those groups.
"THEY'RE AFTER MEEEE!"
Emily was about to roll her eyes at Andrea's shouting. It was a good eyeroll, very well practiced. Not that the second assistant would actually be able to see it. This was because of two reasons.
Reason one: Andrea Sachs had just passed by through the narrow hallway at a VERY high speed and was already running into the office.
Reason two: Emily only got halfway through the roll before being stampeded by a horde of extremely fashionable girls.
"Ahn-draya… why, pray tell, are you under my desk?" Miranda frowned at the shaking brunette. The poor girl didn't even get a chance to answer before the door burst open and dozens of young women carrying assorted weaponry (including, but not limited to: a morningstar, a knife, a baseball bat and stiletto-heeled shoes).
"Ah…" Miranda leaned back in her chair. "What… are you doing here?"
There was a lot of mumbling, shoe shuffling and girls trying and failing to conceal weapons behind their back.
"That's all." The girls damn near stampeded each other this time in their hurry to get out, but just ended up running over Emily again who had only just managed to get up.
"Killer competition, isn't it Ahn-draya?" Miranda raised an elegant eyebrow at the assistant currently kneeling between her legs.
"Thank you, THANK YOU, Miranda! You saved my life! How can I ever repay you?"
Miranda smiled her famous semi-evil smile. "Well, while you're down there…"